Witnessing and Keeping Track
Our memories mark everything we touch because we filter our new experiences through our old. However, unlike a fingerprint, our memories are more easily changed.
Our memories mark everything we touch because we filter our new experiences through our old. However, unlike a fingerprint, our memories are more easily changed.
Sigur Rós instantiates Walter Pater’s conviction that “All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.” Short and sweet, but that’s what I think it all boils down to.
Home is a sense of belonging and inclusion, but it’s also a sense of boundaries. There must be things that are not-home.
Painters love to paint. Musicians love to play music. Writers love to have written. When I first heard this aphorism I wanted to throw my hands up in silent alleluia!
I’ve been a Williamson my whole life. If there is one thing I’ve learned it’s that my family intentionally doesn’t follow rules. At times, I wonder if we even have a choice, or if we came into this world pre-wired for rebellion.
People won’t look at you when you’re homeless; they refuse to make eye contact, as though you didn’t exist. How diminishing to a person’s sense of worth.
“But I have nothing to write about,” you say. I say, “Are you familiar with any people, places or things? If yes, you have something to write about, so close your cakehole and write.”
I want to practice my art, and if living on the edge of poverty is the price I have to pay, so be it. It has taken time for me to come to this conclusion, but a little post-Calvin life experience has helped me to realize the importance of writing in my life.